A mirror never tells, bust shows,
What stirs within our souls.
The emotions boiling inside of us,
Are reflected through our dull eyes.
It boils, bubbles above the dark fire,
Cracking our hearts along, turning it to ashes.
It burns painfully, it burns our minds,
Tears sweating out of our dull eyes.
Havoc breaks out, war follows suit,
Our hopes and dreams dying along,
The love and the joy replenished by it all.
And as it all happens, the soul dying,
We stand before the mirror, watching it all happen.
Thus, a mirror never tells,
Never speaks of what it reflects.
A mirror never tells, but shows,
Through our swollen dull orbs,
How the mind murders the soul,
And it is no one's but one's fault.
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